~Juliet's P.O.V~

I tapped my fingers on my window seal and watched as my dad drove away in his car, yet again. I'm pretty sure that these dates are becoming a regular thing for my father. But I don't mind, more alone time for me. I mean I love my dad and all, but I'm 18 for crying out loud! I need to live it to its fullest!

I smile to myself as his black mini coop pulls down the street. I blow out a single strand of my long brown hair out of my face. I fling my door open and sprint down the hall and through the kitchen. I open the front door and see laying on the ground in front of me a single brown UPS box. I bend down and pick it up and tuck it under my arm as I walk back inside, I close the door behind me. I walk into the living room and put it on a coffee table in front of me as I sit in the black leather couch. My black boy shorts blend in. I look down at my plaid button up shirt with just a black lace bra underneath. My brown/blonde hair is falling down past my chest. I push my swooshed back bangs out of my eyes as I stare down at the brown box before me. Anticipation builds up in me, or it may just be hunger.... I'll just go with the first option.

I reach down and pull the box into my lap. I turn it over several times then stop as my purple eyes (yes Purple, gotta problem?) scan over the return address. The UK? Hm....interesting. I pull at the tape and slowly peel it back as it makes that loud ripping sound that I happen to hate very much. It annoys the crap outta me. I pull back the first brown flap and then the second. I reach in and pull out a single letter. I unravel it and scan over it carefully. I knit my eyebrows together as I see what is says.

Dear Juliet,

Hello. My name is Louis and I'm the friend that texted you. We need your help! But so you don't have a heart attack nothing happened to your sweet little 'Romeo' okay? Me and his other friends have noticed a change in him...and not in that way in case you are as perverted as he says you are! Okay...now back to the topic. We all know that he really wants to meet you but he can never figure out a way to. Well luckily this big idiot happens to be best friends with Superman. Just look into the box and I hope you find everything you need. I really hope you can come. Thanks anyways, Love. Xx

~Louis

I probably look like an idiot at this moment because I have the biggest confused look on my face right now. I set the note down and look in the box once more. My heart...dear lord. Its beating increases rapidly and I start hyperventilating...he didn't. Omgomgomgomg I think to myself as I stare down at a single plane ticket to the UK.

Notes

Joke of the chapter:

What happens when you loose your memory?

I forget the rest....